DE W. R. Ah, but SUCH a song!
[They go off, left; half a dozen guests enter, right, and cross in groups.]
RUTH. [Enters, right, with PLIMPTON; looking about.] An extraordinary get-up!
PLIMP. Appalling extravagance, Rutherford! Appalling!
RUTH. Practically everybody's here.
PLIMP. Everybody I ever heard of.
RUTH. One doesn't meet you at balls very often, Plimpton.
PLIM. No. To tell the truth, I came from motives of prudence.
RUTH. Humph! To tell the truth, so did I!
PLIM. The man is mad, you know... and one can't tell what might offend him!